Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.
The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is that they have a common enemy.
Preserving health by too severe a rule is a worrisome malady.
We don't get offered crises, they arrive.
Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand.
There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.
Think of yourself as an incandescent power, illuminated and perhaps forever talked to by God and his messengers.
Now we were descending just as steeply.